Only putting this thing up so my story gets posted up again

(Evil snicker)

My sweet little Chuckie:

Though I must leave you behind me

This poem will tell you

Where you always can find me.

When the gentle wind blows,

That's my hand on your face

And when the tree gives you shade

That's my sheltering embrace.

When the sun gives you freckles,

That's me tickling my boy!

When the rain wets yourhair,

Those are my tears of joy.

When the long grass enfolds you,

That's me holding you tight.

When the whirlpool sings,

That's me whispering, "night-night."